Sorry for the lack of updates my internet has been down for over a week so I'm at a library catching up with e-mails and I thought I would post this while I'm at it. It is so frustrating but supposedly they are coming tomorrow to fix it so fingers crossed
So this story is going to be like those Choose Your Own Adventure books. You guys will decide where the story goes.
"Lois?" Clark called out as he entered her apartment. He was there to pick her up for their date, their fifth date to be exact. He had knocked and had gotten no answer and she didn't answer her phone. He had first thought maybe she had forgotten but she had told him when she left work that she would see him later. He was going to check the Planet to see if maybe they got their signals crossed when he had heard her heartbeat inside the apartment. He used the spare key she had given him to water her plants when she was out of town, and let himself in. The lights were on but he didn't see Lois. He listened for her heartbeat when he heard a retching noise from her bathroom. He knocked on the door gently and it slowly swung open. He looked in to see Lois sitting on the floor her head resting on the toilet.
"Lo?" said gently, and she raised her head, her hair was sweaty and in her eyes.
"Stay away Smallville" she said weakly holding her hand up in a valiant attempt to block him. "I've got the stomach flu" she groaned. "I felt woozy today but didn't think anything of it. I barely made it home from work." She said resting her head on her arms which were braced on the toilet seat. "I don't want to get you sick." She said.
Clark quickly stripped off his jacket and tie throwing them on the counter. He then rolled up his sleeves and went to kneel on the floor behind her.
"I don't get sick." He sent gently pulling the hair away from her face. Lois suddenly lurched up and emptied her stomach into the toilet bowl. Clark held her hair and gently stroked her back. When her spasms ceased he pulled her back to lie against him. She whimpered as she went limp in his embrace. Clark stroked her hair gently.
"Do you think you're ready to try to go to bed?" he asked and Lois nodded weakly.
"I want to brush my teeth first." She said. Clark helped her to her feet and led her over to the sink. He kept his hands on her waist bracing her as with shaky hands she went about with brushing her teeth. When she was done rinsing, she sighed as if the little act had drained the last of her strength. "Ok" she said letting him know she was finished. Clark gently eased her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. He gently set her on her bed.
"Do you need help undressing." He asked. Lois shook her head and then nodded when she realized she was too weak to do anything. Clark would have just let her crawl in to the bed fully clothed but she was still in her work clothes and he knew she would be uncomfortable. "What can I get you to sleep in?" he asked and she pointed to the dresser.
"Middle drawer, I keep my pajamas in there." She said tiredly. Clark nodded and stopped and stared as he saw a blue cotton t-shirt that he had wondered where had gone. It had somehow managed to make its way into her dresser. Shaking his head he grabbed the shirt and brought it over to her. When she saw it she smiled weakly.
"You left it here when you spent the night after your run in with the Joker." She said. Clark remembered the night. He and Bruce had battled with the Joker. Somehow the demented clown had gotten a hold of Kryptonite. After being injected with some of the poison he had managed to fly where he crash landed on Lois's balcony unconscious. She had taken care of him that night. That had been the night after their first date. He had told Lois his secret back before they had decided to try dating. He had been afraid the Joker would somehow track him to Lois's apartment and tried to leave but had no strength, plus he was nowhere in shape to fight with the formidable Lois Lane who had no intention of letting him leave.
Now he was here taking care of her. He set the shirt down and looked at her not sure what to do exactly. They had a couple steamy make-out sessions but hadn't crossed that line yet. Undressing her was a little more then he felt comfortable doing without some kind of direction from her. Lois undid the buttons of her blouse and he turned around as he heard her shirt hit the ground. He heard the zipper of her skirt and heard the article of clothing hit the floor besides her shirt. Another piece hit the floor and he swallowed, it was her bra. She pulled his shirt on and then sat on the bed exhausted. "I need help" she said her voice small.
Clark turned and saw she was struggling to get her nylons off. He knelt in front of her and gently eased the nylons down and off her legs. He tried not to ogle her gorgeous legs due to the fact that she was absolutely sick. When she was stripped, he pulled the covers down and she crawled in and settled in. Clark super sped into kitchen and was back in seconds. He set a glass of water on the nightstand and a bowl for her in case she got sick again. He could hear her teeth chattering and he saw her shivering under the blankets. He kicked his shoes off and crawled onto the bed and pulled her into his arms spooning up behind her.
"Shh,, I got you." He whispered gently. "I know it's hard but you have to try to relax, it will make the shivering stop." He felt Lois take a few deep breaths as she tried to calm her body down. He smiled to himself. Normally Lois didn't take to anyone telling her what to do, but when sick he found her oddly docile. "That's good," he encouraged. "Breath in through your nose and out through your mouth that will ease some of the nausea."
Lois turned in his embrace and snuggled closer to him. He hugged her close and rubbed her back gently.
"This sucks." Lois said and Clark chuckled.
"I don't think you are supposed to want to get the flu" he teased her gently.
"No you don't understand, tonight was supposed to be special." She said burying her face in his neck.
"Every date with you is special." He said kissing her fevered forehead.
"But I bought something special to wear for you." She said sleepily. "Didn't even get a chance to take it out of the box, think I left it on the kitchen table." She said as she fell asleep.
Clark smiled and held her close listening to her heartbeat steady out.
A few hours later Clark awoke to find his shirt wet. He pulled away from the grasp Lois had on him and he realized her fever had broken. He gently eased out of her embrace. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to her couch. He super sped back into the bedroom and changed out her sweat soaked sheets. He then went back and scooped her back up and put her into the bed. He knew he would have to change her shirt out because she would mostly likely catch cold in the wet fabric. He went back to the drawer and chuckled when he saw another one of his shirts. "Little thief" he whispered though truth be told he loved that she liked sleeping in his shirts. He grabbed one and as quickly as he could without waking her he stripped her of the t-shirt and put the new one on making sure to not look at her. He eased her back into the bed and brushed the hair out of her eyes. Even sick she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He super sped to his car and back grabbing an overnight bag he kept in case he got stuck on assignment. He changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants and went into the kitchen to find something to eat. It was there he saw the yellow box sitting on the table. He remembered her saying she bought an outfit to wear for their date. Curiosity got to him and he removed the lid of the box to see what dress or blouse she had gotten. What he saw made him sink into the chair behind him. The box didn't hold a dress or some new blouse, inside was a sexy lace negligee. It was black and there were also little panties and garters included. Clark wasn't sure how to feel seeing the lingerie. Lois had said she bought it for him meaning it was something she planned on him seeing right? A woman wouldn't say she bought sexy underwear for a guy and then not show him, that wouldn't make sense. So Lois had planned on him seeing her in this meaning… well meaning she, well she wouldn't wear this just for a make-out session. Clark rubbed a hand though his hair. He had dreamt of the day he could make love to Lois but in reality deep down he wasn't sure it would ever happen. To be honest he was shocked their relationship had even made it to five dates. Well almost five dates. He was head over heels in love with Lois and in reality waited every day for her to come to the conclusion that she could do so much better than him. But this, well for her to have bought this, then she had obviously thought about taking the next step too, it wasn't just him. The realization that Lois thought about, well sex with him blew his mind.
He stood up and paced the room, he was so conflicted, were they even ready for that step? The last date they had ended with them on her couch him on top of her, her gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist their mouths meshed together. Had the phone not rung they probably would have begun stripping off clothes. Yeah they were ready for the next step. He smiled wryly. Stupid flu, had Lois not gotten sick that lingerie would be on the floor of the bedroom and they would be naked in the bed. He shook his head, it did him no good to have those thoughts. All it would do is lead to a very uncomfortable night.
Deciding he really wasn't all that hungry he went back into the bedroom. This time he crawled under the covers with her and pulled her into his embrace. Oh well even though they didn't make love he still got to hold her in his arms while she slept.
The next morning
Lois awoke to find herself in the embrace of Clark. She stared at him confused for a second when the night came back to her. Oh god she had been so sick last night. She sat up slowly and realized she felt a lot better. Maybe it had just been one of those 24 hr bugs. She looked back at Clark and smiled. His hair was tousled and his mouth was open just a bit and he looked so innocent. Lois ran a hand thorough her hair and grimaced. Her hair was matted and knotty. She carefully stood up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. Good lord she looked like death warmed over. She made a face as she realized she had morning breath. She looked back at Clark, there was no way she was going to let him see her like this. She grabbed a robe and headed into the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Clark awoke to find Lois gone and he sat up worried. He listened for her and then relaxed when he heard her in the shower humming to herself. She must be feeling better. He got up and went in the kitchen to make her some breakfast.
Lois entered the kitchen drying her hair and stopped when she saw Clark at the sink. He looked so natural in her kitchen and she wanted him to be there more often. She glanced over to the box on the table, it was still closed and she sighed, she had such high hopes for the contents in that little box. She was hoping the contents of that box would have Clark in her kitchen every morning. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned on his back. Clark smiled and set the pan that he was washing down. He turned in her embrace.
"Hey there" he said placing the back of his hand on her forehead feeling for a fever, he was pleased that she was nice and cool. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better" Lois said and she made a face. "I'm hungry."
"Go sit down" he gave her a gentle nudge. "I made some plain toast for you to eat. We'll see how you feel after that before you eat anything too heavy." Lois just smiled and leaned up to kiss him gently.
She sat down and he brought her a glass of apple juice.
"Sip it slowly" he cautioned and she smirked. She normally wouldn't stand for him or anyone telling her what to do but she knew he was just taking care of her and it felt nice. She sipped the juice and sighed it felt good against her parched throat. She looked at the box in front of her. Had Clark looked inside of it? She picked it up and moved it to the counter. She saw Clark watch her out the corner of his eye moving the box and she knew he had looked. It was ok it wasn't like it was a secret or anything, she had just wished she had been there to see his expression when he saw it. She sat back at the table and waited for him. He brought over some toast for her and eggs and toast for him.
"Do you mind if I eat this?" he asked. He didn't want the smell of the food too upset her stomach again.
"It's fine." Lois said, she was hungry but knew she should just work on the toast and not press her luck in case the flu wasn't completely gone. She watched as Clark ate his eggs. She nibbled on her toast and when she was full she got up and went to Clark. He looked up and she settled herself on his lap. He smiled and she kissed him gently.
"Thank you for taking care of me." She said rubbing her hand through his silky locks. "I know dealing with someone with the stomach flu can be pretty gross." She said and he chuckled.
"I'll take care of you anytime you're sick." He said and she smiled.
"I'll hold you too that." She said and she leaned in to kiss him again. It was supposed to be a quick and gentle kiss but somehow it got away from them. Their tongues entwined in an erotic dance. Lois stood and quickly shifted so she was now straddling his lap. His hands went into her hair which was still damp from her shower. She tasted of toothpaste and apple juice and he groaned wanting to taste more. Her hands moved to his shirt and she slipped them underneath the fabric to press them against his bare chest. He was rock solid and she pressed her pelvis hard against his.
Clark slid his hand up her thigh to pull her tighter against him. His hand traveled under her robe and he let out a moan as his hand moved from her thigh to her waist and he felt no fabric, she wasn't wearing anything under her robe. His control snapped and he stood placing her on the table. Lois was of the same mind set because she pushed the plates frantically out of the way sending them crashing to the floor. He stepped between her spread legs and she rubbed against him.
Clark slowly became aware of his surroundings and he pulled away from her. She protested but he cupped her face.
"Our first time shouldn't be on the kitchen table." He said catching his breath. "We shouldn't even be doing this you still might be sick. I don't want you to get worn out."
"I want you to wear me out." She said gripping his waist and pulling him tighter against her. They both moaned the fabric of his sweatpants the only thing keeping him from burying himself deep inside of her. Lois rubbed against him. "I feel fine" she assured him.
"Smallville I want you so bad." She pleaded and Clark groaned. He didn't want their first time to be on the table but the thought of ripping open her robe, yanking off his pants and climbing on top of her was so tempting. He looked up at her. He decided to…..
Ok guys this is an interactive story you guys get to decide to what happens next, each chapter will end with you guys deciding where the story goes. So does Clark:
a. Take Lois right there and then
b. Take her to the bedroom
c. Stop everything, they shouldn't be doing this with her having just been sick.
Review and let me know what you guys want.